“Yes! And I washed my butthole, and I used your washy thing in there.”“It’s an anal douche, Sweetie.”“Whatever. It was weird.”“You did...’t like it? I like it. It makes me all warm and hot and clean feeling inside.”“Okay,” he said, “but you're a girl. You're supposed to like penetration stuff.”She gave him a look. “I’m supposed to like vaginal penetration stuff, but if you want to put your big dick up my little butt, you have to take this toy up your butt first.” She held up a double dildo with. Jobs were damned hard to come by in the summer of 1867, and they were glad to have such important jobs paying such a high wage. Right now, a man was lucky to find a job paying $2 a week, and that job did not include food. All the veterans from the War and the freed slaves competing for the available jobs in a depressed economy made life hard for almost everybody. A person did what he or she had to do to make a living, even if, sometimes, it was not completely legal.For example, Billy's older. Her long red hair paired with magnificent, electric blue eyes made Rachelle's insides squirm with desire. Krysta slowly walked into the bathroom and turned the light on. This was Rachelle's cue. In the pouring rain, she made her way through the mud to her port-hole into her fantasy. She already felt the familiar warmth spreading through her lower regions. Krysta already had her panties down and was sitting on the toilet when Rachelle peered through. She had her legs spread open as if she knew. None of my resumes seemed to attract any employers, so that fact only fueled my barren state of mind even more. Even looking into the mirror depressed me to no end. My once curvy figure was now weighed down with a portly stomach and cottage cheese hips. Remembering back to the days of cheer leading and college life, it saddened me to know that my 38-24-36 busty frame was now expanding day by day. My long blonde hair that seemed to glisten in the light now bore a dull, brownish hue that I was.